Every time I see footage of the planes hitting the buildings I STILL loose my breath. Over 4 years later and it still haunts me and I know I'm not alone. NPR's blog has an entry with a link to one of the 911 calls from one of the towers that day. I haven't been able to bring myself to listen to it yet. I want to, for some reason, but I need to make sure that I'm not chewing gum or drinking a beverage because I'll get the wind knocked out of me for sure.
I didn't even have to tell you what I was talking about because it is still as fresh in your mind as it was 4 years ago. It is so much a part of our consciousness now. And like the NPR blog posting notes, it's like what happens when someone dies and their soul doesn't quite have a place to go, or know how to get there. We don't know what to do with our memories of that day yet.
I still remember hearing that morning that my co-worker, Ryan Brown, lost his girlfriend of 6 years, Nicole Miller, on flight 93. And that another co-worker lost her brother in one of the towers. It was so close and so real. And yet it didn't have to be that close to be so real. It just was.
When will it be ready to be a part of history and not a part of the present? Perhaps when we have been able to do something about it. Because so far, we haven't really done sh*t.